When I was in my forties, I was riding my Harley from Colorado to Florida to visit my parents. In Louisiana I was getting gas and an old man came up and said, "Can I sit on it." I nodded and he swung his leg over. After a moment he said, "Can you start her up?" I did and he sighed and said, "It sounds the same." He went on to tell me he had a Harley back in the thirties.

I had a Harley t-shirt that said, "If I have to explain it, you won't understand." I'd buy a t-shirt with an X-E1 and the same statement. Not a black t-shirt, though. Red would be better.